He captured and collected things
And he put them in a shed
He raised a proper family
So he could tie them to a bed
The creator had a mastertape
But he left it in a cab
I stared into the void tonight
The best dream I ever had
He worked himself into the ground
And drove a spike into his head
A voice said "Are you happy now?'
Your sordid home is running red
Pills and chloroform
All the pages torn
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
